Monday, April 13, 2015

The Great Minion Invasion of 2015!

Hi. My name is Norma and I am a Minion junkie. There--I've said it.It's an addiction, but there's no cure for it. There are no 12-step programs, no Minion rehab facilities. There's no such thing as Minions Anonymous. There's no escaping it. I thought about trying to contact Dr. Phil, but if you've ever watched his show, you can just imagine what his reaction would be.

But it would seem I'm not alone in my hopeless addiction to those cute little yellow, banana-loving, mischief-making, gibberish-speaking guys who stole my heart. I know it's contagious, because Collin has it, too. I know it's widespread because my last Minion-related blog post drew 4887 pageviews--which is huge for this blog!They've taken over our home. There are Minions everywhere...on our couch....

On our walls (we also have the movie poster)....

In our bathroom (we also have them in our beds--yes, they make Minion bedding in adult sizes)....

And we each have at least half a dozen Minion T-Shirts. I have Minion PJs.

I told Collin one morning we'll wake to find we've become Minions ourselves. We'll eat mostly bananas, speak Minionese, wear thick goggles and bicker a lot. The transformation will then be complete--but at least we'll be cute! Hmmm...being a Minion could be fun....

Just a little, Cheryl! I've collected plush for years, which for some reason surprises most people. Our place isn't big enough for me to have everything on display, so just about everything, except the Minions, is in large containers in our storeroom.

On the other hand, we've received Minions as gifts, so not everybody thinks we're all that weird. (Collin's also won many of them. He's really good with a skill crane.)